Sunday, May 1, 2011

the memory i hold on to is a colorado sunsethomeless shelters and a few to many questions can be swept under the rugim not jesusand i never even knew what i was doing at churchbut theres a new born babyin churchthat doesnt distinguish anything from anythingits one

seattle is like a bed wrapped in barbed wireand its a long greyhound ride to new yorkbringing cliff bars home to your pocket by means of freeing them from business slavery keeps it excitingtheres always guys who want to have sex with me in a park when im homeless at nightfemales like you better when you've got your shit together